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letra de you know it - mustard

[intro: splacc & dj mustard]
(on my mama i’m on
s – p – l – a – c- c
mustard on the beat hoe!

[chorus: splacc & big mike]
money in the bank bankin’ baseball sh-t
off mackin’ gettin’ rich on these n-ggas doing know what (you know it)
thousand to a million real quick
now you n-ggas can’t tell a n-gga sh-t too loud when i blow up (you know it)
n-gga i’ma stunner and a stunter stuntin’ on your squad
everyday i treat it like a summer (i know it)
nothin’ to be f-cked wit’, played wit’
take you out the game quick
i put that on my mother (you know it)

[verse 1: nef the pharaoh]
real bank n-gga like to j.a
my n-ggas doin’ murders off the pay lay
name a legend in the v and n-ggas better mention me
they’ll tell you neffy spit like a a.k
i just signed a deal wit’ e-40 n-gga
was just a kid wrappin’ keys wit’ the forty n-gga
now i hit the club and spend forty, hit the mall and spend forty
sh-t i used to couldn’t afford it n-gga
money on my mind like a headband
f-ckin’ wit’ my fetty you a dead man
shoot in the chest watch his head split
everyday i make a band and never played an instrument

[verse 2: splacc]
cause ain’t sh-t funny ’bout a broke joke
oh no, not me, walkin’ rubber no dope n-gga
how you gon’ eat wit’ your mouth closed
rise and grind raise the money up like a high note
ain’t no friend of me, stunt on enemies
don’t come to me, talkin’ ’bout what you finna be
you might emulate, p-ss that swisher please, i won’t let her breathe
show no sympathy, ain’t no sippin’ me apparently
they all wanna be down when it go up
but if you ain’t a day one don’t show up
this the kinda dough that stack it don’t fold up
and i’m the first off the pack when they hoe up

[vese 3: big mike]
this money ain’t a prize what i’m led by
feel like a zombie how i’m walkin’ with them dead guys
slide through late night on the red eye
she pick me up in the beamer wit’ her hair tied
and if it ain’t broke then don’t fix it
i still need my distance
don’t cross me like christians
your life or your image
run trap life positions
no dope on the premises
dodgin’ the sentence
no talkin’ no witnesses
my b-tch is sensless
no feelings, no gaggin’
i go chase the cheque ‘fore i unwrap a magnum
jump out like what’s happenin’
pumpin’ my lap like a napkin
if i f-ck she the baddest
on my money i’ma opportunist
off my meds i’ma orthodontist
you hit the liquor then you called the jeweller
i hit your b-tch and then i got the chopper

- mustard

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